Stephen Crane

Forth Went the Candid Man

Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the wind—
When he looked about him he was in a far strange country.
 
Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the stars—
Yellow light tore sight from his eyes.
 
“My good fool,” said a learned bystander,
“Your operations are mad.”
 
“You are too candid,” cried the candid man,
And when his stick left the head of the learned bystander
It was two sticks.
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